This is a song about "Beating you up"

Alleyway and i can't see you they're beating you

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

I'll be beating this beat up like solomon grundy

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Cheating, sleeping, its giving me a reason, beating, someone up.

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Beating me you better be irish and bring luck

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

Heart's cursed hurting, beating, pumping current

You beating me is laughable,you not even half of me let alone fractional

I don't care what the fuck you do but if fucking speak of me you will

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

The odds of you beating me is like hunting seagulls on safari/

That’s only if they handle

Beating you, go on, tattle